"I wish we could get a little wind!" one of them called out.
"We wish so, too," one of the Turks answered. "We have been lying becalmed all day."
"Bound for Constantinople, I suppose?" came from the boat.
"No, for Smyrna. We are bringing a cargo from Ancona, and shall load up at Smyrna with fruit."
With a Turkish good-night the men rowed on, and the singer forward at once began another song. For a quarter of an hour they could hear the sound of the oars growing fainter and fainter, then it ceased.
"They have rowed straight on till they think they are out of hearing," Wilkinson said. "Now they will make a circuit and go back to their friends with the news. There is no doubt we are in luck if we get a brush with them the first night after our arrival on our cruising ground."
About three o'clock in the morning a confused sound could be heard. In two or three minutes every man was at his post.
"There are only two, or at most three of them," Edgar said, in a tone of disappointment, "and I doubt whether they are not big rowing-boats. The strokes are too quick for either sweeps or for boats towing. What a beastly nuisance! I suppose when these fellows took back the report, that though we were a good-sized brig we did not seem to have many hands, they thought that it was not worth while to tow out a big craft when row-boats would do. They think that with twelve or fifteen hands in each boat, and the advantage of surprise, they would be able to overpower us at once."
"The surprise will be the other way," Wilkinson said angrily. "We shall send them all three to the bottom at the first broadside."
"I don't think I should do that, Wilkinson; for, if you do, there is an end of our chance of capturing any of their larger craft."